Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

In late May, professors stopped assigning homework to fifth-year students, and most of the class time was used to review content that was considered important, and professors began to highlight key points.

This situation reminded Sainz of the college entrance examination in his previous life. In the usual promotion examinations, the teachers wanted to test all the subjects they could, but when it came to the national examinations that really concerned the fate of the students, the teachers wanted to predict the topics and directly prepare a test paper for the students.

This fanatical atmosphere made the fifth-grade students extremely nervous. Any slight noise could make a student angry, and even the usually peaceful little badger was not immune.

As the exam date approaches, the number of students behaving strangely increases dramatically. You can often hear a student mumbling to himself in the common room or at the door of a dormitory, or see people discussing how much time is appropriate to review in a day.

Sainz is glad that he did not change dormitories and did not have to endure the anxiety infection from other students.

Once when he was passing through the entrance hall on his way back to the dormitory, he heard a Slytherin student say to another student, "Don't worry, our family has a very close relationship with the director of the Wizarding Examination Authority. Even if you have any questions, it will only be a matter of saying hello!"

I don't know whether he really thinks his family has the ability to influence the wizarding exams, or he simply doesn't know the special nature of the Wizarding Examinations Authority and naively thinks his family can do this.

The other child was so naive that he actually believed it. After being comforted by him, he seemed to be relieved immediately.

Not only are some pure-blood students thinking of tricks, other students who don't have prominent backgrounds also have their own tricks.

In recent times, a "black market" has quietly formed among fifth and seventh grade students who have level exams, and transactions are frequent and trade is booming.

Various things that can help people concentrate or stay awake are extremely popular, and the most sought-after among them is Bafe brain stimulant.

Some students with financial acumen took advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune, especially the sixth graders. They had already passed the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination, but still had one year to worry about seventh grade studies. They had both experience and time, so they deserved to make money.

Although Sainz was disliked for skipping a grade, his grades were indeed there, and the other fifth-grade students had to admit that although they had not taken the exam yet, he would definitely get a very good grade.

People may be at odds with people, but few will be at odds with money.

A student with a sharp mind found Sainz and said, since your grades are so good, why not take this opportunity to make a batch of Bafe brain stimulants for sale. Sainz will be responsible for the manufacture and he will be responsible for the sales. With his eloquent tongue, he will surely be able to convince all the students to buy it. The two of them will take this opportunity to reap a lot of benefits, and then add two and one to make it five, split the proceeds equally, and satisfy the addiction of being rich. Isn't it great?

Sainz looked at the expression on the face of this fifth-year Gryffindor who suddenly appeared, and resisted the urge to spit at him. He politely but firmly said, "No time!"

Sainz had already walked away, but the kid was still shouting from behind, "Hey? Don't be in a hurry to refuse. If you don't want to split the money 50-50, 40-60 is fine!"

Hey! ... 37, 37! Any lower would be insulting!

Hey? Hey? You have money but don't want to make it. Do you have any brains..."

Faced with Sainz's sharp gaze that suddenly turned back, the child smiled awkwardly and ran away embarrassedly.

The wealthy students were secretly trading potions, and the less financially-scarce students also had their own little tricks.

Dragon claw powder also has an invigorating effect, which can make the user clear-headed for the next few hours. Its disadvantage is that the effect lasts for a short time, has a rough taste, and is much worse than that of Bafe brain stimulant.

A student claimed that he had obtained a batch of "Dragon Claw Powder" and the quantity was limited, so it was on a first-come, first-served basis. Immediately, many inexperienced students spent money to buy a lot of it.

Of course, there are also some smart students who want to buy a small amount first and then see the effect.

However, the seventh grader who was selling dragon claw powder only accepted it in units and said that the quantity was limited and he did not recommend wasting it before the exam.

Such a request sounds fishy, ​​but some people are still fooled.

It was another thoughtful student who persuaded and persuaded the students who had already purchased the products to buy some for experimentation.

The result is of course useless.

The student who suspected that he had been cheated did not dare to go to Snape, but instead asked other classmates who were good at potions to identify it. As a result, it was discovered that what he bought was a pile of dried fox feces.

The cheated student was really ashamed and annoyed, and he immediately went to the seller in public. But when he was stopped by the victim, the seller was busy fooling another group of people.

The fraud was caught in the act, and the consequences were obvious. These students were by no means docile little sheep. They were super-powered people who each possessed powerful military force. A lively fight broke out immediately.

Jerry, who loved to join in the fun, described to Saiens the miserable condition of the seventh-grade student in vivid detail, expressing regret as he spoke. It was said that the student was rescued by Professor Flitwick who heard the noise and came out to check. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether she could take part in this year's exam.

"By the way, Jerry, which college is he from?"

"Who?"

"The student who sold the fake dragon claw powder?"

"Then you are wrong, it's her, not him!"

"girl?"

"Yeah! Didn't I say that?"

"...Women are really as good as men! Which college are you from?"

"Ravenclaw!"

"very good, very powerful!"

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After the last class in May, Professor Sprout came to the common room and said to everyone, "The time has been decided. Your OWL exam will last for two weeks. Theory in the morning and practical in the afternoon!"

"What about astronomy, professor?" someone asked.

"Oh, by the way, the practical exam in astronomy is of course at night! Miss Blood."

Professor Sprout said as he distributed the exam schedules one by one, "I've said this many times in previous years, but I still have to remind you again. Every exam paper has a very strict anti-cheating spell applied to it. The exam papers for the graded exams are not prepared by the professors of the school, so they are not as gentle as our usual exams.

When you enter the examination room, someone from the Ministry of Magic will come to check. Don't even think about bringing automatic error-correcting ink, automatic answering pens, cheat sheets, memory balls, etc. into the examination room.

It is regrettable to say that every year there are students who think they can avoid the detection of the Examination Authority. There have even been students who were disqualified from taking the exam that year because they refused to obey the rules after being discovered and attempted to make trouble.

I don't want a similar situation to happen in Hufflepuff."

She looked at the students around her kindly and said meaningfully, "If someone is really blocked from the examination room because of some violations, I hope he or she can calm down.

Because there is still a chance to save it!"